I died a thousand times
Waking up
With silly love rhymes
That carried me through
In the dawn's pearlescent hue
Broken
Searching for that
Brassy token
That would get me
To another day
Never minding that
I was losing my way
Lost
Litost
Thank God
My feet had a mind
Of their own
In a run-down home
I could never call my own
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